salvation.

you know what, doing add maths project where the computer is just merely inches away from me is not speeding up my progress anyhow when i'm supposed to. so much to do, so little time left. wtf it's friday already and the abbreviation TGIF certainly does not speak true anymore. spread the love of fffffffffffffff to all the morning alarms and the coming trauma, i just know it will be a please-i-just-need-an-A1-puan-juliana week when we get back our diagnostic papers. fuhhhhh.

nothing happy nor worth looking back at this holiday. well except for my TWO gold medals, the shopping spree at sunway piramid with my DAD and SIS (they're GREAT shopping mates i tell you, "AWESOME" because dad has a wallet with limited amount of cash as claimed and sis wants to go home after buying HER stuff and HER stuff only!) and the redbox outing with nik.

the outing gave me a sense of accomplishment. i totally sang my heart out and finally bought laine and mel's very very belated birthday pressies. since everyone else is talking about driving lessons, cars to buy, where to lepak when they get their licenses, what makes a better birthday present than a

car bumper sticker.

who would think of that as a present right? i'm the first and you're copying me =D laine's gonna be so happy on mon. trust me laine, you will =)

as soon as we entered redbox, one of the idiots (i assume daniel) found few packets of ______ lying on the table.

CONDOMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! we thought.

the heck, redbox PROMOTES sex?! never mind SAFE sex (very considerate of them) but SEX not SINGING?

everyone else: AHHHH!!!
nik: DONT SIT ON THE CHAIR.. THEY'RE "DIRTYY"!!!!
nik: YOU MIGHT GET PREGNANT!!!!!!!!!

great. i just planted my ass on one of the seats.

faisal opened one of the packets.
no.... they didnt look like condoms (i've never seen one, swear!) cause the shape resembles a

haseef: shower cap?

diaphragm i thought? (for women)

IT'S COLOUREDDDD. a COLOURED DIAPHRAGM. it has to be it!

condoms. diaphragms.
cehhhhh~ buat suspense jer.

we're all seventeen and we went berserk looking at a might-have-been condom. or diaphragm. whatever.

the celebrated one, all the way from pengkalan chepa, kelantan.

i've missed you, nik =(

hairy legs daniel, dharr, meh!

before reaching pavillion, i received an sms from this woman saying

people! if you're still at home, bring me two plasters. PLEASE!

i laughed. (sorry) dharr fell. hahaha. (sorry) it's not the first time. (sorry) not surprising at all. (sorry)

turned out her legs were blistered by the pumps. fashion is pain?

ah ma and i.
you lubb the car bumper sticker, don't you don't you!
and it's not some "gerai" okay daniel jude. gerai in pavillion's high class gerai okay.

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i'm not done posting.

this is gonna be a long post. i'm gonna rant. a l o t.

my phone's speaker spoilt. upsetting. i probably wont get another new phone only after spm. the repair might cost more than it's actually worth. why is this happening to me. why lah. my gadgets are bound to be faulty within few weeks, months or years. i'm cursed, am i? first my printer. my house phone. now this. nothing i posessed last long. (except for humans larh of course)

so here goes my biggest birthday wish ever. i'm seventeen, i ought to wish for something grand this time than barbie dolls and hair straightening kits.

no kid.

back to add maths. circles. O yawns O